Sometimes when I write the strip, I unconsciously mouth the words the characters are saying and make some of their facial expressions.
Yesterday, I wrote the strip in a coffee shop I had never been to before in St. Helena, California, which is in Napa Valley.
In one of the strips I wrote, Goat grimaces at Rat, showing all of his clenched teeth.
As I was writing it, I lifted my head from the page and just happened to catch the eye of the woman at the table directly in front of me, who smiled and started to say, “Hi, how are you?”
But at the moment she spoke, I was grimacing so hard I flashed her every single one of my teeth. Like an insane man-dog ready to bound over the table.
She moved tables.